Am morgen fruo [English translation]

When from the sod the flow'rets spring,

And smile to meet the sun's bright ray,

When birds their sweetest carols sing

In all them morning pride of May,

What lovelier than the prospect there?

Can earth boast any thing more fair?

To me it seems an almost heaven,

So beauteous to my eyes that vision bright is given.

But when a lady, chaste and fair,

Noble, and clad in rich attire,

Walks through the throng with gracious air,

As sun that bids the stars retire,--

Then, where are all thy boastings, May?

What hast thou beautiful and gay

Compared with that supreme delight?

We leave thy loveliest flowers, and watch that lady bright.

Wouldst thou believe me,-- come and place

Before thee all this pride of May;

Then look but on my lady's face,

And, which is best and brightest? say:

For me, how soon (if choice were mine)

This would I take, and that resign!

And say, 'Though sweet thy beauties, May!

I'd rather forfeit all than lose my lady gay.'